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This December we’re going to run a month long competition. It will be daily. You don’t have to enter every day, although you will accrue more points that way.

We’re also going back to drabbling roots and invoking the one hundred word rule. That’s right, all your drabbles must be 100 words – no more, no less – for you to gain any points.

Your barmaids will set a new prompt every day around the theme of Christmas or Winter. The thread will stay open for at least 24 hours, and then one of us will lock it. As real life does get hectic at this time of year, then it’s possible your barmaids won’t close on time. If this happens, then you may post after the deadline. We’re not going to penalise you.

Providing we get sufficient quality entries, we will award someone ‘Drabble of the Day’ and they will receive 2 points. All other drabbles, providing they meet the criteria, will receive 1 point. At the end on the month, we will award an extra 15 points to the person we feel has been the best overall drabbler. Then 10 extra for the second place and 5 for third best drabbler. (these points will only be awarded if there are sufficient entrants.)

Threads will be locked at 10pm GMT (we hope).

Are you ready?

Here’s your first prompt.

~Advent Calender~

Form for drabble.

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Please remember that this is a Harry Potter site. Drabbles that have no apparent connection to the Potterverse will probably be discounted.
At the end of each week, we will merge the threads, so please keep a look out for the results. All points will be added to the Spring term hourglasses in January.

Harry looked over to what she was pointing at. "It's called an advent Calder," he answered. "It tells us how many days there are until Christmas. Every day, we open a door. When they're all opened, it means it's Christmas.

Lily nodded to show her understanding. "Okay, Daddy," she said in a bright voice, her brown eyes wide with excitement. She then ran off to play with Albus.

Ten minutes later, Lily ran back to her father. "Daddy! Look! Al and I opened up all of the doors! It's Christmas now!

Last edited by iwannabeanauror; 11-30-2011 at 09:39 PM.
Reason: I didn't fill in the title. Oops!

Kindly disregard old posts by me. I was an irritating kid who didn't understand grammar.

Andromeda knelt next to her grandson. He was busy bashing a fluffy toy Hippogriff against a teddy bear which had belonged to his mother.

The teddy bear looked distinctly worse for the wear, fraying at the seams. When Teddy was rough, Andromeda felt she should protect the toy her daughter had loved, but she couldn’t spoil his evident enjoyment.

She opened the cardboard door, and placed the chocolate on her palm, drawing Teddy’s interest. As he reached out for it, Andromeda laughed, albeit sadly. For this was Teddy’s first christmas, and his parents weren’t there to share it with him.

Name: lucca4/ArianaaaaHouse: GryffindorTitle: Christmas ChocolatesRating/Warning: 1st-2nd years; noneA/N: This takes place during during the Carrows' rule at Hogwarts, when Muggleborns were no longer welcome.Madam Carmerta Edit: how mean!

Years ago, his mum would bring home advent calendars from work at Christmastime. It was something he remembered looking forward to.

The chocolate had been round and smooth; it was cold and velvet and sweet on his tongue.

Justin didn’t know what reminded him of that. These days he was running and hoping to God that his parents were safe. He was certain December was approaching but he didn’t have the time or luxury to buy an advent calendar.

His life was rather like an advent countdown now. Each day alive was as hard and sweet as the Christmas chocolates.

Last edited by Equinox Chick; 12-01-2011 at 06:46 PM.

Thank you to Hokey for the beautiful banner. And thank you to everyone who nominated and judged --I'm so grateful to you <3.

Name: TheCursedQuillHouse:GryffindorTitle: The Birth of Christ/The Birth of a DemonRating/Warning: 1st-2nd. NoneA/N: This is meant to be the Fat Friar at age ten.

Jonathan knelt on the stone floor of the church, chanting with his brothers. He loved mass and was calmed by the routine of prayer. He opened his eyes and watched as the Priest lit the first candle to mark advent, the flame dancing for the coming of Christ. His heart swelled with joy for the merriment of their Savior. He couldn’t control his happiness; the tiny flame grew into a blazing fire. People were screaming and he didn’t know why.

He stood still, his eyes wide in horror. He did that, and everyone knew. He was a wizard. A demon.

Hermione had just opened a parcel from her parents, revealing what appeared to be a thin cardboard box.

“What’s that?” Parvati asked.

“It’s an Advent calendar,” Hermione replied. “Each day for the twenty-four days before Christmas, you open a little door and reveal what’s usually chocolate, but my parents have always got ones with sugar free sweets instead.”

Parvati nodded and turned away. Hermione returned to her calendar, smiling. It was nice of her parents to send her one, it was sure to make her first Christmas season away from home a bit easier. She gently opened the first door.

Name: tobeornottobeagryffindorHouse: RavenclawTitle: The Gift (lame, I know >.>)Rating/Warning: 1st/2nd Years – None A/N: All I could come up with in ten minutes. So sue me.Madam Carmerta Edit: Jessica DiStrange, you are hereby sued -Mary-Sued.

“What is this?” Severus held the object away from his body as if it were going to explode momentarily.

Lily raised a brow. “It’s an Advent Calendar. You open the little doors, and there are little prizes behind each one. Usually chocolates, which I know you don’t like, so…”

As Lily trailed off awkwardly, Severus felt a moment of guilt. He knew exactly what it was; Tobias made sure his son was aware of several nuances of religious practices. That didn’t mean, however, that he’d ever received an one, let alone the offerings typically hidden in one.